TO her, for I must still regard her

As feminine in her degree,

Who has been my unkind bombarder

Year after year, in grief and glee,

Year after year, with oaken tree;

And yet betweenwhiles my laudator

In terms astonishing to me —

To the Right Reverend The Spectator

I here, a humble dedicator,

Bring the last apples from my tree.

In tones of love, in tones of warning,

She hailed me through my brief career;

And kiss and buffet, night and morning,

Told me my grandmamma was near;

Whether she praised me high and clear

Thr............